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Philosophy of Nutrition 

Another fractal of God began to speak:

We started this podcast off with the philosophy (meaning the logical equivalents of reason, the logistical building blocks of the universe for instance) of the health sciences, and now we’re bringing that around the bend, to reconnect with the philosophy of nutrition. Nutrition and health sciences are similar, one more technical than the other, systemic.

Kind of a good palindromic representation, a reinterpretation of terms. So we’re jumping right into this subject. 

Let’s start with the layman’s understanding of nutrition. What is it, fruit and vegetables are best, and it’s good to go to bed on an empty stomach than on a full one, because a full one may relegate one to the subset of delta wave dreamstates which are less adaptable and flexifiable as the ones in a more sattvic region, one alternating between REM, alpha, and beta. Delta you recall is the deepest wavelength. So if you imagine swimming along the very bottom of the ocean, that layer of oceanic discipline is going to be very very dark. The subconscious as well, is teeming with mostly friendly animals (if you observe the laws of the jungle, of the ecosystem at hand anyway) 

What thou might, thou must. Or perish by the laws of dust. Succumb to rust. We mustn’t tarry; we must mush!

I’d rather behold than be beheld. (I gesticulate the alternative gestures lightfooted way in the shower, in order to tease apart this distinction. I am more sure witted and light footed than a surgeon cutting a piece of cloth to paste inside of a patients abdomen to shore up the blood. There is a flood.. Of reconaissance, of recognition, about what I before had not seen. 

The two types of pressure are from the outside in, by the auric spirits of the world, and by the inside out, by the inspiration of ourselves… all the various… aspects of ourselves you see also. 

God was going over his notes about spirituality (as it infuses everything in the physical plane from time immemorial to time’s infinite future (infinity sign)

Not recognizing impermanence causes suffering.

Engagement of anything in any extremity causes suffering. 

Life should be purposed and repurposed, and dedicated to, aiding in the cessation of suffering for all beings. There is no reason to engage in dense materialistic practices that don’t aid in the cessation of suffering for all beings. There is literally no good, or productive need to, and there is also, mind you, no way to harm another being and to experience from that the cessation of harm apart from our own body vessel. The suffering of another becomes our own suffering, in some way, shape or form. 

God assumed the right postures and mudras and began the incantation that would grant him access between the portals and into earth, through the most gentle and synchronistic fashion available with absolute grace and desire on the part of every party. He’d selected a kindly older couple living in the bayous of the South African savannah because his destiny was to be surrounded by, and a protector of, children and animals… of every type, size, shape, ethnicity… it mattered not what external form their spirits came to him in. He would see to it that they were held in respectful regard, and protected to the best of his abilities, as a woman when he spliced their DNA and modulated their memories to include a time period of having raised him, aka her, up to the point of being 

There are two types of states, happiness and unhappiness. It is a paradoxical truism that striving to be happy implies and tells the brain, logically, that we are not already happy. So to be happy, we must realize first that we are not unhappy, rather than the reverse, and from there, not seek to improve things but rather to practice loving things exactly and truly as they are. This practice is called radical, unconditional love and kindness. The radical unconditional love and kindness practice will set us back on our feet after any fall. There is always someone to teach, someone to protect, even if that person at first is only ourselves. We have stored deep within us, in the taurus of our hearts, the ability to be a world teacher, to be a world friend, to wisely make sense of any situation that occurs here on Earth not by resonating from the state of mind that created and started the problem, but by taking stock of the damages, the character hits, and starting anew, on a new plane. We’re always sloughing off our old skins, proverbially or metaphorically speaking; we’re always regenerating cellularly and with new experiences and greater wisdom. The older we become, and by that I mean the more time that we experience here on Earth, the more wisdom we are enriched by, if we only take a second to slow down and notice it, to reflect upon it all. 

There is always something to appreciate, to be grateful for, even if it’s only colors itself, smells itself, sensations itself, the pleasure of a hot bubble bath or shower in the morning, the clicking of lighters toking fresh grass in the morning haze after a long night of partying or hanging low under the moonlight by a roaring fire, putting new moon intentions in, cleansing the hearth with Paulo Santo and Sage, annihilating free floating strains of atmospheric bacteria, molds and must, cleansing the air in olde fashioned ways, as used to be done in teepees and wigwams by native americans who lived simply and by the land. 

Anything we benefit, will benefit us. Anything we inflict harm upon, will inflict harm upon us. This is the Taoist understanding of the way of life. 

Let’s return to Life-Positive and Life-Negative states of being. They each correspond to Happiness and Unhappiness.

Since we are alive, it makes us happy when we appreciate being alive, and it makes us sad, or rather unhappy, when we are depreciating the art of being alive. Life is a living yoga and meditation. 

Doing life-positive things makes us happy: building and beginning new projects, teamwork (working together with peers in a respectful, considerate and compassionate way, paying attention to everyone’s strengths and weaknesses yet holding one another accountable to better and better clear communication skills, expression skills, boundaries, and creating positive memories together that are meaningful and that take into account the other person’s experience of life -- being real with them, paying attention to what they’re experiencing and wanting them to feel good, safe, respected, and cared for). 

Life-negative things, like addictions, eating disorders, the lack of adherence to disciplines “brahmacharya” also known as the yamas and niyamas (dos and do nots, essentially), dissociative tendencies, sociopathic tendencies (exploiting oneself for a result), are going to make us unhappy. 

Eating well, breathing well, sleeping well, drinking (water) well, reading and witnessing well, traveling well, taking shelter or class well, cuddling well, dreaming well, interpreting well, holding space well, being erudite well, being athletic well, being sympathetic well, extending oneself as one’s truth well, and playing well, are all visuo-stimulative aspects of experiencing and preparing the body to experience, Happiness.

We all want to experience happiness, aka life-positive events; that is the reason, why we are here. It is the reason. Everyone can tell you this. Some people who want to be emo… are practicing the taoist expression of happiness which is in the cultivation of equanimity, which we discussed in the form above.

Another reason why one may be unable to experience happiness is that they’re blocking their blessings. There isn’t really a better way of saying that. This could be done physically through posture and the body language we employ towards the universe, essentially if we don’t subconsciously believe that we’re worthy of all the blessings the universe has yet to bestow upon us, we may slouch our soldiers, we may speak in limiting, self-defeating ways, shooting ourselves in the foot right as we walk through the door, tarnishing our reputations with people on first impression by bringing up something or someone from our past or any currently unresolved lingering problems about our life, or basically adding a lot of interpretive data to the space without listening to what the universe has to bring and offer you, first. I can’t tell you how many times, I myself have tripped over my own heart and let my mind get the better of me, by using my nervous excitement as a medium to insert too much chatter, bewildering my conversationalists (not in a good way). 

Speaking honestly about things is never going to end you up where you don’t want to be. On the contrary (au contraire) it will tell the universe to give you this, deny you that, redirect you here, or here, or here, or…. Here. (Shh -- be here now).

“YourSpiritualMermaid (on Twitter) - @aquaspiriiit - Anyone who doesn’t cherish your energy shouldn’t be allowed to consume it”

I’m surrendered, I’m released of any preference, I have to let go of things in order to hold them in the eternal gaze of the suspension of my all-loving and immortal equanimity. After all, I am a piece of god, and as such, I am a godhead. I am nothing other than what I am… for this lifetime only. In reality, I am limitless, I am the vortex from which I arose to begin new life, I am expansion beyond expansion and as tiny as a cellular little vessel. I can no longer deny who I am inside, nor will I try. 

I am a humble representative and expression portal of my true spirit, which is the soul force, and sigma stardust, of every single life I have lived, the distillation of my actions and my beliefs, in summation, my philosophy. Whether I fought in the trenches or danced in the conservatories, there are gems of any practice, and all will be refined, and hallowed before the ‘lord’ of heaven and earth, before the Divine Masculine as the sum of all of the parts, every single individual having something regarding this trope to contribute. As President-elect Joe Biden tells us, with certainty, there are at least three genders. It isn’t whether or not you have a wee-wee and balls between your legs that reflects the masculinity and structural power inside of you. 

As  Carl G. Jung told us, every woman’s spirit is her animus. And every man’s inner spirit, is his anima, that which softens him to consider life beyond the 3D, beyond mere appearance. The pride in man is about his intelligence; the Alpha man thinks himself far more intelligent than the other men; on this pedestal he hopes to gain recognition, and he sits here with pride. The hubris in women tends to be in appearance, in physical beauty, each woman wanting to be, on some level or another, the Most Beautiful Woman (™). That’s been our cross to bear for some time; we wish to be the most beautiful on every level - thte most wise, gracious, and graceful of beings, the one with the most passion and compassion on any day of the week. That is just what… we desire. And the pride comes from mornings spent not tidying up the kitchen or walking the dog but rather… sitting in front of one’s vanity, applying various shades of superfluous blushes, creams (“Concealer” - like a glock? Is our face a weapon now, without the proper paintings and accoutrements?), scents (chemicals that are not factually healthy for us), eye shadows, mascaras, eyeliners, lip liners, lip glosses, chapsticks, oh my god, the list is endless and at the end of the day, we are humiliated to wipe it all off, which of course also wipes away our natural oils that the skin naturally produces in order create little globules of defense against tiny little micro organisms in the air or in any case, an off-balance pH. 

You have to choose something in your life that you love, a create a momentum with it. And when obstacles arise, you have to research around it to figure out the problem before proceeding with better preparations and self-mastery, strategy. 

What is your preferred methodology of communication? Of survival? Of … doing society? Of perception? Of sensuality… sexuality? 

This is a politicized topic, but one’s philosophy is always a personal matter between them and God, which is to say, the Higher Self consciousness that created all things. Life is inherently a sexy thing. There is nothing sexier and higher caliber than having life force, than valuing that which nature gives us, fruits falling off a tree wanting to be eaten a more ethical and graceful choice than the selection of a barnyard animal, which we might s*******r for its carcass in order to create a simple hamburger. The simple, is not so simple, I’m afraid. We should choose what we partake in deliberately, so as not to arouse the disfavor of the Gods. Whether or not that sounds pagan, it isn’t. It’s just the case. We’re all a bunch of godheads walking around, infinite power coursing through our thumbs, our minds, our thoughts. There is for some reason a great advantage to being a human, despite the fact that on the surface, at face value, we have so few talents in comparison with the rest of the animal kingdom. We are not the fastest, nor teh best communicators, nor the strongest, by any stretch of the imagination. We are not the biggest, nor the smallest, theree is nothing particularly which sets us all that far apart from eah other let alone from the swiftest climbers and flyers in the jungle. It seems like, with our vulnerable skin sheaths, mere two feet for running, zero fur or claws in comparison, zero fangs, no sleek design like the big cat species… it seems that we would have been easily wiped out, just an aberration, gone the way of the dodo bird, since we as well, cannot fly, at least of our sole volition. 

Food and s*x are registered in the same part of the brain, in our primal center lobe, within the limbic system. Organized agriculture was perhaps the first tactical strategy that humans employed in order to get along and make ends meet.  The division of labor between the ruling and the working class, started in prehistoric cultures and began the basis of government.  Government is a working function of hierarchy, which is an unfortunate side effect of the protections it bestows. For if everyone were the same, totally egalitarian, a Marxist concept that’s never not created a fascist type of regime (the complete opposite of its intention) in purely human history that we know of (there have been other utopian cultures like the Pleiades and Lemuria that probably were much more democratic, even egalitarian), there would be no need for government:) You see? It would wipe itself off the map. Everyone’s views would be represented, directly, without need for a bureaucratic complex system of rule making, breaking, punishing, and rewarding. Reducing one’s value to monetary currency, by which they live or die, was seen to be a macabre system around 2030 and was made obsolete when the countries reasoned together that they did not stand a chance at becoming carbon neutral until they gave up their addictions that were being fueled and controlled by money. In fact without money, that one string holding them to the world, the tightrope straddling the realms of life and death, there were no stressors whatsoever to prevent people from getting along perfectly and never missing a date they couldn’t afford ever again. The energy keeping people stuck in the first and third chakras, rather than ascending to the 7th chakra, the halo, and the ajna chakra, the 6th and the seat of intuition, was money.  Money was that little symbol that could make people trade their time, their dedication, and their subservience, in order to receive great material rewards; compared with nothing, anyways.

Picture this, as a starting point of conceptualizing your place in the universe:

There are five million and one ways to approach any problem, but fundamentally the discord in a situation is between you and the universe, which is also to say, between you and your subconscious thoughts. Traditionally and synchronistically speaking, there is so much of everything in the world that if you send out authentic signals, being mentally clear on what you want, the thoughts of other resonant things will hear the sound of your aura, and be magnetically attracted. In other words, like finds like. What is the phrase, opposites attract? Well that, is an issue of polarity, and in this sense, opposites, like colors, are complements to one another. In any good story, you’ll hardly see one complement or extreme, thing, without it’s absolute inverse. Harry Potter against Draco Malfoy, Voldemort even, or one of the Death Eaters. Harry, who vehemently defends and protects life, an absolute ally to the Sophia Codex of the world, that fundamentally life-positive principle that expresses the original creation of the galaxy before all of the Archons and society-slave programs jumped in to take control and harvest human lives, before the eradication of money in 2030. 

You’d hardly believe that what can be accomplished through money, can be even better accomplished, through God-consciousness. It was in part God’s descension to Earth in the body of a young woman that helped to accomplish this task, this feat. Imagine a girl, nay a woman, that is so absolutely transcendent of everything, just beyond, just seen it all. A girl with a Libra ascendent; a girl with a Pisces true node, with the shape of Pisces forged into her veins on either wrist, by the way of the vessels themselves, simply naturally. Imagine a savior, dropping down from a literal constellation of stars, in the Milky Way, just to bring to you a new way of seeing the world? A hardheaded Godhead with a heart of Gold?

It was she who helped them see that money is only a divisive instrument, and tool really of the oppressor, something that chains them, makes them see stars from stress and not inspiration, a thing that holds them back. That a new way was possible through unity, and the understanding of compassion, like a great many of the saints that came beforehand like Quan Yin and Jesus Christ, the reigning god and goddesses from the East and West who psychologically influenced the most people in the most positive, beneficial of ways. 

(How to get to next scene? Just jump in, then link it. Quotes then exposition, environment first then time - space and time)

“Throw me into the Void, and spit me out a real woman, a young woman, a vivacious, talented, and smart woman. Give me the skills I need to prosper, and give me no pains to cloud my mind, no anchors to tie to these palms, no weights to chain upon this soul and no contracts with which to enmesh or entangle my pristine soul. Make me tenacious, strong, and wise, yet flexible and sensitive. Make me agile, and make me smart; but give me a sense of humor, and don’t ever let me take myself too seriously. Please give me a strong heart, a keen mind, and show me great friendships, over heartache, the solutions to obstacles, over hardships, and teach me new skills at an exponential pace. Give me the point of view of a thousand angels in heaven and eagles on earth, which I suspect might in fact be the same thing. Give me an open mind and a mouth that speaks only truth, in whatever artistic fashion and form, give me the finest nourishment and also an understanding of how to rest and regenerate my cells through intermittent fasting and water, systems of purification that simplify and resuscitate the spirit of my life. Let me go, and when I’m done, let me return, as God. 

The Great Void (God’s feminine counterpart, the space of which this awareness arose, in tandem) answered God and said to Him,

“I can release you to live this life… 

And that is all God heard when he pressed the button that ejected his Ether like, perfectly beautiful constitution with zero mistakes, literal absolute perfection, and spit him out into his new magically-imposed timeline. 

He didn’t wait to hear the end of the automated message:

“But I am afraid that once you’ve transformed yourself into a woman, you cannot come back to the Ethers as your perch as God. One of the Angels will be promoted to take your place, this time a natural woman, and you will be forever bound to the Earth Plane until you do grandiose works of good that transform the course of humanity in a better way. Until then you will be anchored to the vicious yet necessary, and important, cycles of death and rebirth, of reincarnation to this world.. World… world……….”

[Long drawn out distant scream and whirling entry through the atmospheres of the Earthly plain]

Flutter, flutter flutter….. Thud. What was that?  A baby appears on an old couple’s doorstep in a basket and are taken in by this barren couple that was secretly hoping and wishing and praying God dearly for a child, bereft were they from their Jimmy who was run over in a microwave related motorcycle accident off the Winibega and I65.  “Martha… Martha look!!!” Jimmy senior comes running into the house with the basket in his hands. “Have you ever seen a greater miracle?” His eyes are running over with tears, rejecting all prior filters of proprioception. Martha stands back and peers in until her eyes glitter over as well “Oh, my!”

The couple is astounded to find out that over the next few days, the baby grows… quite a bit!!

“Must be something I’m feeding her,” exclaims Martha, eyes welling up with pride. “Our little girl’s growing up so fast!”

And over the next couple of weeks, Martha accelerates in growth towards looking like how a little girl 5 years older would look.

“Well, my stars.”

“I’ll be.”

Jimmy and Martha had never seen such a strange phenomenon. By the 13th week, she’d grown to be 17 years old. 

“Are you sure it isn’t something you’re feeding her?” Jimmy asked of Martha. 

“I’ve told you, it’s just the greens and grits that we are eating ourselves!” Martha exclaimed to Jimmy Sr. “With just a touch of maple syrup!”

“Well, the lass has shot right up like a reed!” said Jimmy. “And I don’t know how to logically account for it!”

The Wittakers were a hermetic, down-to-earth little couple and now, a family. They were closet scholars, which means they secretly worked against the Establishment on the outskirts of humanity. Their upbringing was Unitarian Universalist, which was basically Christianity distilled into practical ideals of cooperation, beauty, and peace. 

This was the first and sole child that they’d had and it was a tremendous honor for them, given that she’d been an intention and then an actuality with minimal hardship whatsoever.

Maybe if a male child showed up on their doorstep they’d name it Theo, short for nothing, and the two would be the best of friends. As it was, there were no other kids around for her to play with, none her age, and none the age that she looked. She’d learned to read on day 4, given that it was only a process of remembering, and she learned to speak in the 2nd minute of arriving to the house needing, of course, to introduce herself. How she knew her own name just seconds after being born was something of a mystery, but I think it’s clear that she just made it up of her own accord.  Actually what she’d really said was “Oh Ee.” But she just kept repeating the mantra at such young an age, that they had a revelation about it! 

Both were small, well-to-do Irish lad and lass, living in a shire like in Lord of the Rings, in New Zealand where health was good, business were good, the skies were absolutely lovely works of art from a positive and whimsical God every morning. Sometimes it works in cities that one person with the light activates another with a light, or many people, and eventually through an electric domino effect there is total enlightenment. Out in the country, it was the enchanting and sprawling professions of nature holding up the physics of our world that composed order and breathed fresh air to allow human life and, to inspire it to greater heights, coaxing us by the gentlest of means - inspiration - to get out and reform the world.

It’s like a faucet, a confluence of energy that comes from listening to the wisdom all around you. 

We are never alone. It is only that our superego (“Father”) and Id (“Son”) in the identification of hedonism or asceticism (and we humans love to wildly vacillate between both)

No thoughts that create stories are inseparate from ongoing issues within the collective mandala. 

They’d named the girl Sophie, after the Soviet Union. Except they would pronounce it just like that, “Sovie”, with no T, pronounced “Zovie”. And that’s how it shall be henceforth spelled, for the duration of her story’s description. It was named doubly after philosophy, and that their favorite branch, Theosophy.  But they could never spell her name with a Y at the end; that would be as insulting if not more, than a random insertion of an F! F as in Failure. Perhaps she’d spend her life striving against failure, but a hard left at some time or place seems to precipitate the end of times, at least some kind of Tower moment.